So much pressure,
From school,
And from home.
Can't get one thing done,
Without another piled on.
So frustrating,
When you have,
No one to turn to.
No one to help you,
Even though they're,
Right beside you.
Want to run to the bathroom,
Lock up the door.
Hold the blade to my arm,
And see my blood flow.
I look to my scars,
Remembering the time,
When I'd do just that.
But something stops me,
Something I'm not sure of.
And I wait until,
The hunger passes.

The last minute,
Things are done.
And a million tons,
Is lifted from my shoulders.
But it wont be long,
Until the next load,
Is piled on,
And again the hunger arises.